You laid out on the couch in your apartment, clutching a heating pad against your abdomen and mushing your face against the couch cushions. Why? Well, it was another month and Satan's Sacrificial Waterfall had come back once again to make your life misery. Why was your face buried against the couch? Uh... You didn’t really know. It made you feel better. Somehow.

What didn't make you feel better was Davina coming through the door, home from work, and letting her bag thump to the ground like a fallen tree, creating a mighty thump that may as well have been a chainsaw against your skull. You lifted your head and fixed her with a half-hearted glare. You loved the woman, truly you did, but was that really necessary?

She winced under your glare and offered a somewhat sheepish smile, making her way over to you and pecking your forehead. Glancing over the rest of you, laid out on the couch, she quickly deduced what was going on and shook her head, causing her curls to bounce around in a way that made you smile.

"Oh, no, love. I'm sorry. You want some food?" she offered. "A drink? Or I could go change and we could have a cuddle?"